A blog of complete and utter random-ness. Hence the name : Igloo on the Beach!
You'll find poems and stories here ranging from lost sisters, to my account on a particular shade of lime green; from my dream of Michael Jackson to a curious girl. So go ahead, take a peep into my world, and I hope you enjoy!

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Wednesday, 25 November 2015

About 800,000 people commit suicide worldwide every year,of these 135,000 (17%) are residents of India,a nation with 17.5% of world population. This is a poem written by me, regarding He, who commits suicide. I get it, sometimes one can't handle the pain, be it physical or mental, but committing suicide is letting the pain win.

Tuesday, 17 November 2015

CAUTION: THE USE OF THE WORD “RANDOM” IS REALLY EXCESSIVE IN
THIS POST. ALSO, SHAMELESS PROMOTION HERE, HERE, AND HERE.

I found this painting I made a few days back, really weirdly
drawn, incomplete (notice how there is just one headlight?) and really, really
random.

I mean come on, I’ve drawn two vintage convertibles and made
it look like they’re floating in a galaxy or something.

Then I started thinking of how random a drawing this is, then
how random I am, and slowly came to the conclusion that my entire thought
process is random.

I overthink everything, making up problems in my head that don’t
even exist. A very valid example would be this very post. See how I started off with the topic of a painting, and now I’ve reached my life and how random it
is. This post is honestly just me typing as though I’m talking to who ever is
reading this, typing out exactly whats coming to mind, hence the title, “Something
off the top of my head”.

Also, if you care, sorry for not posting for so long, I’ve
been really busy.

Monday, 9 November 2015

Okay, so there is this advertisement I saw a couple of months back on TV and was reminded of it very recently. So I dug it up on the interweb and I'll share a link with you at the end of the post.

The advertisement is in black and white, showing a young man, his mother and a suffering father in an ambulance, rushing against time and traffic to reach the hospital in time. The ambulance soon enough gets stuck in a traffic jam, and cannot possibly move anywhere. Frantically, the young man jumps out the ambulance, and in an attempt to clear the way, approaches a police man standing close by. As he starts to convey the situation at hand to the police officer, the officer looks preoccupied and a second later is shown to turn his back on the young man and saluting to a bunch of white ambassador cars, one in which a V.I.P is moving around the city.

Disgusted, the man finds his way back to the ambulance, only to hind his mother in tears and a crowd around the door.

His father has passed away.

Contrary to what the ambulance system and the roads should be like, in India, ambulances not only take extra precious minutes to arrive, but cannot possibly do anything about the traffic on the roads, and can't even expect people to move out of the way, because lets face it: it's India, and very few people actually have the decency to move out of the way and help save a life.

In the USA, the average time of arrival of an ambulance in majority states if 4.7 minutes.

An ariel view of an ambulance rushing in the US shows how every single car moves aside to let the ambulance go by.

Thursday, 5 November 2015

SEE MY WEBSITE NOW
Why is it that whenever a ''North Indian'' thinks of Bengalis, he/she thinks of fish? Specially when they are from the 2nd most educated state in India, and have a very rich culture and background?

Why is that whenever we think of "South Indians", we think of dark skinned, fat people? I have a bunch of South Indian friends, who not only are extremely fair and thin, but don't have that "accent" everyone complains about not understanding.

Why is it that INDIANS themselves get confused between being Punjabi and being Sikh? Punjab, is a state. Sikhism is a religion. It's not THAT tough to understand.

Why is it that everyone just assumes that "Kashmiri" people are good looking? This is India, with a population of more than 1.2 BILLION people. That, is a lot of people. Are you trying to tell me that all Kashmiri people you're going to meet, you'll think are good looking? Let me break it to you, not all Kashmiri people are good looking, and Kashmiri people are not the only good looking Indians.
(No hard feelings, I'm half Kashmiri)

Why does every human being outside India think that being an Indian only means to go to a temple/gurudwara/mosque/church and pray all day long? Come to India, you'll meet different people, who know a lot more than "just praying to god". And just a warning, they know how to defend themselves, so don't try to tell them that having faith in religion is not the best thing to do, blah blah blah.
We have a lot of things to be proud of in our country, so back off, please.

Why do we all think that "Made in China" products would be cheap and not long-lasting? China is the most hardworking nation, with it's citizens working first for the country, then for themselves. A smartphone company called "One Plus" is Chinese. LOOK IT UP.

Why does everyone think that a guy/girl wearing specs and carrying books is a nerd?
Why do people think that pretty girls can't be smart (or the other way around)?
Why do people think that people from rural places don't have potential, and are stupid? Just because they don;t have opportunities, does not mean they don't have potential.